Stalker

by Clarissa Wild

  I take out my cock and walk to the side of the table while taking off my shirt, keeping my eyes on her face as she bites her lip at seeing me naked. I guess my ripped body has an effect on her even she can’t deny. What can I say? This is what happens when your job is killing people. You have to be fit and ready for anything.

  I undo the straps around her legs and slide her further on the table until her head tilts backward. Then I tie her up again, this time to the front legs, making sure she’s unable to jump off and run. What I’m about to do to her will probably make her squirm, which is all the more fun.

  As I stand in front of her face, I press my thumb on her chin and say, “Open up, sweet cheeks.”

  She parts her lips and I bend over to give her a kiss. She gasps as I lick her tongue and groan into her mouth. I smirk when she blinks a couple of times. “Didn’t expect that?”

  “I thought you were going to—”

  “Oh, I definitely am. Don’t fucking worry about that, Princess.” I press another kiss to her lips. “But I wanted you to taste your own excitement first, just so you’d see that you can’t lie to me. Your pussy always tells the truth.”

  She swallows as I stand up and rub her lips with my cock. The pre-cum is already dripping out, and I use it as lube on her lips. “I’m going to fuck your throat now, and you’re going to let me,” I say, pulling her face down. “Now open that mouth wide, Princess, or I’ll do it for you.”

  Her lips open up, and I push the tip inside, avoiding her teeth as I sink into her mouth with ease. Her tongue feels so fucking sweet, so wet on my cock, that I almost come right there and then.

  “Fuck me, Princess, you’re good at this,” I murmur, thrusting my cock down her throat.

  I grab her throat with one hand and hold her down tight, fucking her face with everything I have. Fuck, it feels amazing. Her gagging and coughing sounds are exhilarating, only adding to the pleasure building up inside me.

  I allow her a second to breathe, and her saliva smears all over her cheeks. “Look at the filthy mess you’re making, you dirty Princess,” I muse, grinning. Wonderful.

  I let my hard-on slide back into her eager little throat. With fierceness, I grip her leash and pull it toward me, forcing her head to stay where it is; right in my fucking crotch. This leather thing allows for perfect maneuvering, and I love the feel of it and the amount of control I have over it. The exquisite look and feel, my band around her neck, this ring that signifies my ownership over her … it’s so fucking perfect. Like a fucking twisted fairy tale.

  I shove my cock down her throat as far as I can until she’s out of breath and then pull out, only to ram it back into her again. God, my balls are bursting, and I’m so fucking eager to explode all over her. The only question is where.

  I take my hard-on out of her mouth and smile down at her licking her lips. “Like the taste of my cock, sweet cheeks?”

  “Salty,” she says.

  “I bet you’d like more,” I muse, smearing my pre-cum mixed with her saliva on her lips. Fuck, she looks so pretty when her face is all fucked. So fucking filthy … it riles me up. I’ve dreamed for so long to see her like this … all wet and dirty. Just as it was supposed to be.

  “Tell me, Princess, do you really think this is bad?”

  “Bad? Yes,” she says, as I dip my cock in and out of her mouth.

  I squint. “Do you think it’s really a punishment?”

  She takes a breath, and a second passes before she answers. “There are worse things you could do to me.”

  I laugh. “You … I knew you’d come around eventually.”

  She smiles at me with such a cutesy smile that I just want to smother her.

  So I do. With my balls.

  “Suck on them,” I groan, as her tongue licks my sack. I jerk myself off on top of her while she cups them with her mouth, gently massaging them. “Fuck that feels good. And don’t you fucking bite or I swear to fucking god I’ll—”

  “I won’t,” she murmurs between licks. “I promise.”

  “Good. You’d better remember that knife and the fact that I love me some fucking royal blood.”

  I let her suck my balls until I’m so far into it that I almost come right over her titties. But I want to savor this moment, make it lodge into both our memories so she knows what she’s been missing out on all these years.

  After a few more jerks, I let my cock bounce out of my hand and step away from her. I grab her face and force her to look at me. “Tell me, sweet cheeks, where do you wanna have it?”

  “Have what?”

  “My cum, Princess. Your pretty mouth or your wet pussy. Choose.”

  She flushes. “I don’t … I don’t want to choose.”

  I slap her cheek, not too hard. “Choose. Or I’ll make the choice for you, and it won’t be so nice.”

  She swallows. “Pussy.”

  I cock my head and then lean forward to slap her mound, making her moan. “What did you say?”

  “My pussy, please!”

  “Beg,” I growl, stuffing my cock back into her mouth. She gargles from the sudden invasion, barely able to take it down as I thrust a few more times and take my hard-on out again.

  She sucks in a huge breath. “Please, come in my pussy.”

  “Hmm,” I groan, grabbing her throat again. “You want that cum in your tight hole?”

  “No,” she says.

  “No, what?” I slap her pussy again, and this time her whole body jolts up.

  “I mean yes!”

  “Good choice,” I say, smiling like a crazy son of a bitch.

  Running my fingers through my hair, I walk to the other side of the table and untie her legs again so I can pull her toward me. I don’t even have to tie her down again because she automatically opens her legs for me and allows me in.

  I don’t give her even one second to prepare before I bury my cock to the hilt inside her wetness, causing her to explode in a massive moan. Her muscles contract around my cock, making it thump with pleasure. Fuck, it feels so good to finally have her bare. She’s so fucking wet; I can’t even describe it.

  “Holy shit,” she mutters, when I thrust into her deeply.

  “More like holy fuck,” I muse.

  “Fuck yes,” she adds, making me laugh a little.

  “You’re a filthy one, you know that?” I say, thrusting a few more times, causing her to moan so loud that I think it could be heard miles away. “Always so fucking ready to take my cock like a good girl.”

  “Oh, fuck me,” she moans, gripping her own leash with her cuffed hands.

  “That eager, huh? You’re not fighting it anymore.”

  “Do it,” she murmurs as I reach for the leash in her hands. “Take me.”

  “Sweet cheeks,” I whisper, licking my lips. “I already fucking owned you long ago.”

  I thrust into her three more times until my cock pulsates and her body starts to convulse.

  She squeals. “Fuck! I’m coming!”

  I slap her titty, causing her to buck. “You didn’t beg, Princess. Remember who this pussy belongs to. Me. So don’t you fucking come without asking ever again.”

  I slap her other tit for good measure too, but it’s too late. I can feel her come because her pussy is milking my dick. And even though she didn’t ask for it, I’m giving her the satisfaction of enjoying another orgasm before I blow my load into her. Her overflowing wetness brings me to the brink, and with a big groan, I let go of all that pent-up lust.

  “Here it comes, Princess. I’m going to fucking come inside your wet pussy,” I murmur, shooting my cum as far as I can. Her face turns from scrunched up into a full-on gasp as she falls apart underneath me, arching her back to come closer, intensifying my orgasm. Four spurts later, and my cum is literally dripping out of her as I take my semi-hard-on out of her spent pussy.

  I slap her inner thighs, making her jolt up and slam her legs together.

  “Keep that juice in there, Princess,” I muse, as I mak
e my way toward her face to undo the tie I’d made using her hair. She lies still on the table, not moving an inch as I hold her leash and pull her up into a seated position. Her face is completely smashed. Not the ‘I had too much to drink’ type of smashed, but the ‘I was fucked so hard I can’t think straight’ type. And it makes me smile like a goddamn proud man. Fucking hell.

  “I hope that was as good to you as it was to me,” I muse, making her lean in toward me.

  She doesn’t respond, but her lip twitches.

  “I know what you’re thinking,” I say.

  “Oh, yeah? What then?” she sneers.

  “That you fucking loved what I did, but you don’t want to admit it to yourself. You’re ashamed.”

  “No,” she says, but she’s such a bad liar I can see straight through it.

  “Liar,” I say.

  She shrugs, so I grab her chin and force her to look at me. “Don’t you fucking shrug when I’m talking to you. I hate your lies. I hate everything about your behavior these last few years. And you should, too.”

  “Who says I don’t?”

  I frown, punching the table with my fist. “Then why didn’t you fucking change?”

  “I did. I changed into something you didn’t like,” she says. “But I did it for you.”

  I shake my head, unable to believe what she’s saying. Why the fuck is she saying this, anyway? What the fuck is the point in all of this?

  “I never told you that I liked a fucking liar,” I say.

  “Hmm … I disagree,” she muses. “You said it yourself. You like me better when I’m a naughty girl.”

  My nose begins to twitch, as I’m starting to get really pissed off now. “That has nothing to do with you lying about all the things you did.”

  “I lied to protect you,” she says. “No matter what you want to believe, that’s the truth.”

  I sigh, shaking my head as I hold onto the table to stop myself from throwing her off instead. “Seriously, I’m this close,” I say, showing her my thumb and index finger close together, “to stuffing you back into that cage.”

  She frowns, her eyes filling with tears. I can’t tell if they’re real or fake. “Why? Because you don’t want to hear the truth?”

  “I don’t fucking care! You lied, and you keep doing it!” I yell.

  She makes a face. “Look at you. Look at us. We’re screaming and shouting at each other.”

  “Yeah, well that’s what you fucking get when you mess with me.”

  “I didn’t mess with you, Phoenix,” she says, grabbing my hands, even though it’s hard when they’re cuffed. “I did it because I loved you, Miles.”

  I grimace. “Don’t say that name ever again.”

  “Why? Because it’s your real name?”

  “Don’t say that you fucking loved me!” I yell, slamming the table, making her jolt up. “Stop fucking lying!”

  “I did. I loved Miles. Remember that night? Prom?”

  I pull the knife out of the table and threaten her with it. “Shut up! Shut the fuck up!”

  “No. Remember, Miles.” She grabs my face, a tear running down her cheek. Fakeness and realness are blurring, and I can’t tell the two apart. She’s playing with my emotions, with my past, my memories, and I’m being sucked into a vortex of heartache and anger I can’t escape from.

  “We used to love each other, Miles. I remember, and I know you do, too. What happened to us?”

  “I said shut up,” I growl, taking her hands off me while still holding the knife. “I don’t want to hear it.”

  “But you have to. This could all be different. I never wanted this, and neither did you.” She leans further in on her own, without me pulling the leash. “I remember what it was like to love you, and so do you. I know you still do, somewhere in that shriveled-up heart of yours.” She places her hand on my chest. “Think about that night. How I felt about you. How you thought about me. That’s the truth. The only truth.”

  The only truth.

  I wish it were as black and white as she’s making it out to be.

  But I guess there are always two sides to the same story.

  CHAPTER 22

  VANESSA

  Age 18

  It’s prom night, and I’m dancing with a guy I don’t even want to be with. Phillip’s breath smells, his suit stinks like my old granny’s clothes, and the way he looks at me makes my skin crawl. It’s like he found a pot of gold, and he’s not afraid to dig in. I try to ignore it, but it still creeps me out from time to time. I’ve learned to cope with my disgust like I’ve learned to cope with lying to Miles. I guess that’s what it costs to be part of my family and to become part of the Starr family.

  I put on a sparkly dress, vivid red lipstick, and I even put on my best shoes for this dance. All so I could convince Phillip that I’m the girl he wants. The only girl he’ll ever need. The girl he should be with. Just like he is the guy I should be with … even when my heart is saying no. I’ve grown accustomed to ignoring my heart’s pleas. Hell, I don’t even remember what it’s like to be true to myself. Like my mother says, happiness comes at a hefty price.

  She bribes me with gifts; cars, clothes, more money than I can ever spend in a club. Just so I’ll be more willing to do what she wants … so I’ll marry Phillip.

  And the worst part of it all is that I’m starting to feel like this is what I’m supposed to do. It’s hard to say no, and it’s even harder to resist when she’s practically burying me with gifts and threats. Sometimes I wonder what I’m really worth. Either it’s a lot or very little, which is why I constantly wonder if any of them really love me at all.

  The only way I see their love for me is when they shower me with gifts. When they say I’m a spoiled kid, I can’t help but agree. It doesn’t make me happy, though. That’s what everyone believes, but they only see the mask … the mask that’s building up, layer by layer, until I can no longer see the difference between the mask and the real me.

  But I’ll never give up trying to overcome it all. Despite the odds, one day, I will fly.

  And that’s what I tell myself every single time I look into Phillip’s eyes.

  I blink and look away, hoping the night will pass quickly so I can step out of this uncomfortable dress and take a nice, hot shower. Right when I open my eyes, Miles is dancing with a girl just a few feet away. Why is he here? He told me that he hates dancing, so why did he come to prom? He’s not even dressed properly, with his dirty white tee, flimsy flannel shirt, and regular jeans. The only new thing is the shark tooth on a black string hanging around his neck. His eyes bore into mine as we dance on the dance floor, going our separate ways. My heart sinks into my shoes as he grabs her ass tighter and pulls her closer. Something stabs at me, making me wish the girl in his arms died a slow death. It’s not like me to feel this way, but watching Miles touch another girl lights a fire in me that I can only douse by grabbing Phillip and kissing him right on the mouth.

  I don’t know what drives me to do this. To kiss another just to hurt a man. It’s stupid, and jealous, and wrong … but I can’t handle the pain, and now I’m taking it out on Phillip. I’m using him as a puppet for my revenge so I can make Miles feel the same pain.

  I’m bad, like in the worst way, and I don’t even know why I’m doing this but I am. Phillip’s lips aren’t the same, delicious lips that I remember when Miles kissed me. Instead, they taste like poison, and I keep my eyes open through it all, watching Miles crumple from afar.

  His lip trembles and his nose twitches, and then he grabs the girl’s face and puts his mouth on hers just the way he kissed me. He’s putting every ounce of what he has into the kiss; I can see it from the way he locks his lips with hers and from the way he holds her like he’ll never let go.

  Tears well up in my eyes, and I look the other way so I can whisk them away. I cough, trying to swallow down the rising bile.

  “Are you okay?” Phillip asks. His face is all flushed from our kiss.

  “Y
eah,” I say, nodding, but I’m not sure if it’s the truth. “I just … I could use a breather.”

  “Oh, let’s go grab a drink then,” he says, smiling awkwardly.

  “No, I’d prefer to just go outside for a few minutes.”

  “Sure, we could do that,” he says, and he places his sweaty palm on the small of my back as he walks me to the door.

  “I’m fine, Phillip,” I say. “You don’t have to come along.”

  “Of course, I do,” he says, smiling like an idiot.

  I guess my kiss did more to him than it did to me.

  As I walk outside, I push away the tears because I don’t want them, and because I don’t deserve them. I’m a horrible person, made into the doll my mother wants me to be, and I’m letting it happen. I’m becoming a stuck-up and jealous bitch.

  I shake my head and stare at the ground, frowning, trying to contain my anger toward myself and toward Miles. I told him that he couldn’t be with me because he’d be in danger, even though he doesn’t know that last part …

  “Hey.”

  I turn around because of a voice. It’s a guy, and I don’t recognize him, except that he often hangs out with Phillip. The only difference now is that he’s holding a bottle of liquid, presumably alcohol.

  I frown as he comes closer and gives Phillip a bad high five. The guy is totally wasted.

  “You’re beautiful, indeed,” he says. “Vanessa, right?”

  “Hi …” I say, tentatively.

  “Wow, you’ve really outdone yourself, dude,” he says to Phillip, smiling partially.

  “Yeah, she’s quite something,” Phillip says, licking his lips.

  “Hmmm, so pretty,” the guy says, walking even closer.

  I back away against the wall, and only notice now how far I actually am from the entrance to the building. “Thank you,” I mutter. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine, honey, perfectly fine,” he muses, laughing as he takes another sip.

  “Maybe you should stop drinking that,” Phillip says, trying to grab the bottle, but the guy won’t let him.

  “Oh, c’mon, Phil. Where are your guts? This is a party. You gotta enjoy it.”